[ After being freed from being 'restrained', the first thing Eliot did was creep around the building ... and promptly fall asleep in the common room. Not on the many sofas available to civilization, but incidentally, on a table. Awkward. ]

Nnnghhhhuuuahhh ...

[ He rolls over, and his stomach growls. Loudly. Now sitting up, he rubs his eyes and groans. Tired Eliot is hungry. ]

Where the hell's a map when you need one?

[Feel free to have an extremely frazzled young boy fiddling with his communicator - yelling over it because he is completely unaware how it works. He is, after all, extremely slow at this sort of stuff. Tugging and pulling at it, he growls and grumbles here and there before beginning to yell over it -- without knowing of course, the consequences. Good job paying attention to the little details, Eliot!]

HELLO? HELLO! HELLO?! What the hell is this thing -- why is it so TIGHT!?

[And the screaming and yelling continues. Sorry everyone - in reference to your eardrums]

God damn it! WHAT IS THIS PIECE OF CRAP!? Some chain I haven't heard of? -- well, that's okay because the Nightlay household's Raven is the bes- did it just beep?

Where the hell is Reo. Reo, where are you!?

I SWEAR TO GOD, YOU ASSHOLES! NO ONE KEEPS AN HONORABLE NIGHTLAY IN CAPTIVITY!

[By this time, Eliot is even missing a puny blond by the name of Short- er, Oz Vessalius]